Hubris -Long form #2 writinggroupchallenge
Lurie made pots, and by the time she was made master of pottery, she was teaching at schollia noestern, the university of the northern midlands, and had a waiting list of two years long for pottery -- not pottery made by she, herself --but
Dance Three: Pottery For Beginners (Written 2010)
She paused and turned the pottery wheel slowly with the elegant ends of white fingers and smiled wider still.
Cat in the Mud
So, i decided showing them doing pottery would be nice, considering my background in ceramics.
Hubris. #2 Writinggroupchallenge
Before her elevation to master of pottery she was already teaching at a university in the midlands. customers waited two years for affordable pottery -- not pottery made by lurie, herself, --but from us: her assistants and journiers.
The Lioness Pendant
"hey, shu, i got some of that pottery put back together. you won't believe what the-" the tent flap opened, jason walked in with a part of the pottery pieced together in a cloth lined basket.
A Work of Art
A dragon fella enrolls in a pottery class, he ends up becoming a model student. seth felt a knot in his stomach as he knocked on the door. dr. khala told him that a pottery class would help his nerves.
Tauren Tale, Chapter 8
"so the tauren make pottery. i did not know that," kazbo said casually. "do you know who is crazy about pottery?" the siblings looked up, but didn't speak. "draenei." he nodded his head. "draenei can never get enough pottery.
Centering
Elbows braced to legs were a good hand-steadying measure for throwing pottery, and it was just more comfortable to bend forward seated that way.
From Porn to Practice | Manager's Special Commission
Come end of day, teagan had secured a date, and even a few lessons in pottery work for him to practice with.
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
People were screaming as pottery was smashed and scaffolding was broken down. they weren't at the big tree anymore, and the hatchling could see people running in all directions.
The Spots Don’t Lie
At this point, my parents insisted i at least try making pottery. a local potter, who'd heard of my well-verified destiny, offered me an apprenticeship.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 31: No Rest for the Wicked
What saved me from further internal conflict was the interruption from the three small 'corruptors' carrying the big jar made of pottery, visibly struggling with its weight, and attempting to not break it.